Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 567 | 2017-01-19 16:12:34 | 85.65 | 93% |
| 482 | 2017-01-13 23:18:14 | 88.18 | 97% |